Chapter 361
Chapter 361 Refusal
"What?" Lin Wanrong leaped up, hastily rolling up the scroll in his hand. He shouted loudly, "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! Xian'er is my wife, not some sister."
"Impossible? In this world, there is no such thing as impossible," the elderly Emperor's expression turned cold, his voice sinister, "Xian'er's identity may be enticing to the ordinary person, but to you, it is a massive obstruction. Those who aim to accomplish great things mustn't sweat the small stuff; you must learn to let go, only then can you achieve the true result."
"True result? What is this true result? Old man, you have cultivated all your life, is this the 'true result' you desired?" Lin Wanrong laughed, devoid of anger, his fists clenched tightly. Just a moment ago, he was considering treating Xian'er well, yet in the blink of an eye, her father hit him with this sledgehammer of a revelation. How could he not be frustrated?
"I've said my piece, the choice of good or bad is yours, don't say I didn't give you a chance." The elderly Emperor smirked ominously, a chilling light shot out from his eyes. Compared to his previously gentle and amiable demeanor, he now seemed like a completely different person.
A cold sweat trickled down Lin Wanrong's spine, involuntarily stepping back twice, he gritted his teeth, "Old man, does this mean I can't leave this room unless I agree?"
"Lin San, I won't deny, you are talented. But imperial affairs are known to the imperial family. I've told you these things, do you think it's a tale? Secrets that are not transmitted, once they have entered your ears, you either agree to what I said, or—" the elderly Emperor's eyes slightly closed, he didn't continue, but a thick killing intent surfaced on his face.
Thinking about the words of the old Emperor today, every word and every sentence held profound implications, secrets that absolutely cannot be known to a third party. It seemed this time was no joke, it was a matter of life and death. Silence pervaded the room. The sands of the hourglass slowly flowed down, the old Emperor closed his eyes, silent and seemingly asleep.
Lin Wanrong stood there, dazed, he hadn't expected the situation to evolve to this point. Thinking about Xian'er's helpless, heartbroken demeanor, he felt as though a knife was twisting in his heart, his breathing gradually hastened.